Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Meng Jia's beautiful eyes seemed to be carved from thousands of years of cold stone, as firm and unwavering as an unshakable mountain.

The words that came out of her mouth seemed to have been tempered a thousand times before being released, with a sense of power that could not be ignored: "I said, one hundred million, not a cent less!"

She just stood there, her posture upright and tall, as if the principles she upheld were a part of her body, integrated with her, indestructible and unshakable.

Anyone who tries to change or break this principle is just dreaming.

After hearing this, Fu Yanchen raised the corner of his mouth slightly and revealed a faint smile.

However, behind this seemingly ordinary smile lies a subtle chill, like the cold wind blowing from a deep valley in winter, chilling and biting.

Meng Jia couldn't help but shudder, and a feeling of fear surged in her heart.

She really couldn't understand why Xu Xiaoxiao chose to marry such a terrifying man?

Doesn't she know how terrifying and uneasy it would be to spend her life with such a terrible person?

Just imagining that scene made Meng Jia feel creepy.

Fu Yanchen nodded slightly to show his agreement, then gracefully reached into the inner pocket of his suit and pulled out an exquisite check like a magic trick.

The snow-white paper was particularly eye-catching between his slender fingers. He smiled and gently handed it to Meng Jia, saying in a casual but unquestionable tone:

"Okay, one hundred million is just one hundred million, no problem, just fill in the amount according to your needs."

His tone when he spoke was so relaxed as if he was talking about a trivial matter, as if this huge sum of 100 million yuan was something he could easily take out with just a wave of his hand.

His nonchalant attitude and calm aura make people marvel at his strong financial resources and powerful strength.

Meng Jia, who was standing opposite, was stunned for a moment. She stared at the thin check in front of her with wide eyes, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

It took her several seconds to come back to her senses, but her eyes still revealed a complex emotion that was difficult to conceal - surprise, confusion, and a little bit of subtle emotion.

Finally, Meng Jia slowly raised her head and met Fu Yanchen's eyes as deep as the sea.

At this moment, her voice was trembling slightly, and there was a hint of obvious hesitation in it:

"Mr. Fu... Logically speaking, you shouldn't be the one to pay for this. The person who should be responsible is Nan Yifeng. After all, this child is his flesh and blood."

She stood there, her hands trembling slightly, her heart full of hesitation and fear.

The check seemed to emit an invisible pressure, making her afraid to reach out for it.

Because the money came from the man she was afraid of—Fu Yanchen.

Fu Yanchen waved his hands gently, and the smile on his face was still as warm and gentle as the spring sun.

However, this seemingly gentle appearance hides an elusive depth.

"It doesn't really matter who pays for it, him or me. It's just that it's more convenient for me."

Fu Yanchen spoke slowly, his tone as calm as a windless lake.

"I don't have parents who control the life and death of the company, and my wife doesn't ask about my accounts. So, a mere 100 million is just a piece of cake for me. But for him... it's very different."

When mentioning this, Fu Yanchen's originally bright eyes suddenly became deep, like stars shining with mysterious light in the night sky.

Through that deep gaze, he seemed to be able to see through everything, including the various problems and challenges faced by Nan Yifeng who was in a difficult situation at the moment.

"If he rashly uses such a huge amount of money all at once, it will certainly attract the attention and suspicion of others. Once discovered, the consequences will be disastrous. By then, not only will things become extremely difficult, but it may even trigger a series of unpredictable chain reactions."

Fu Yanchen's voice was deep and magnetic, and every word he said struck her heartstrings like a heavy hammer.

Meng Jia couldn't care less after listening to Fu Yanchen's words.

She just wanted to get the money as soon as possible, leave this place of trouble, and start a new life. It didn't matter if the child was not Nan Yifeng's. Anyway, she went abroad and they couldn't find her.

So, Meng Jia no longer hesitated, picked up the pen and prepared to solemnly write down the number that would change her destiny on the check.

She had already imagined her future life abroad. With just this stroke of the pen, she would completely break with everything in the past.

With the money, she will go abroad, start a new life, never contact these people again, and they will never be able to find her again.

Just as Meng Jia trembled slightly as she picked up the pen and prepared to write her name on the check worth 100 million yuan,

Suddenly, Fu Yanchen's deep and magnetic voice exploded in her ears like thunder.

His words revealed a majesty and coldness that could not be ignored, as if they could penetrate one's soul in an instant.

"Listen carefully, Meng Jia! I will pay you the entire 100 million in advance only after I have confirmed that this child is indeed Nan Yifeng's biological child. Do you understand?"

Meng Jia nodded, but thought in her heart, haha, she will fly away soon, so she is not afraid.

Fu Yanchen's eyes were as sharp as a torch, as if he could see through Meng Jia's most secret thoughts.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said with a half-smile: "Don't worry, Miss Meng. From now on until the results of the paternity test are announced, my men will follow you closely. No matter where you go, they will follow you like a shadow and will never let you escape from my control."

Having said that, Fu Yanchen paused for a moment, his eyes became sharper, and he continued to warn:

"Don't even think about escaping from my grasp! I have spies all over the country. Even if you run away to the ends of the earth or hide in a corner of the world, I will definitely find a way to catch you. So, it's better for you to stay here obediently."

Otherwise, he was able to find Xu Xiaoxiao even though she ran so far away back then. It would only be a matter of time for Fu Yanchen to find someone.

Hearing this, Meng Jia looked up suddenly as if struck by lightning, and looked at Fu Yanchen in astonishment.

Her once beautiful eyes were now filled with fear and panic, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Fu Yanchen sneered, "What I, Fu Yanchen, hate most in my life is deception. If I find out that you dare to play any tricks on me, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless. I will make you wish you were dead, and your end will definitely be horrible!"

When he said this, Fu Yanchen's eyes, which were originally as deep as the sea, were instantly covered with a layer of frost. The extremely cold eyes shot straight at Meng Jia like two sharp arrows, as if they could easily penetrate her heart and reach the depths of her soul. This chill spread along the air, making Meng Jia tremble all over. An uncontrollable fear surged from the bottom of her heart, quickly drowning her like a tide.

Then, Fu Yanchen continued expressionlessly, "Also, I have arranged everything for that child. I will not hesitate to send her to a distant overseas country and hand her over to those cruel human traffickers. And you'd better give up any idea of ​​taking the child away and disappearing from the world. Don't have the slightest fluke mentality, because in front of me, these are just futile struggles."

Hearing this, Meng Jia's right hand began to tremble slightly, and the pen that she had been holding tightly seemed to lose control at this moment. The tip of the pen stopped above the blank check and did not fall down for a long time. She widened her eyes and looked up at the devilish and ruthless man in front of her - Fu Yanchen. He looked indifferent, as if what he just said was just a trivial matter.

However, such a light-hearted remark hit Meng Jia's heart like a heavy hammer. A trace of deep fear flashed across her eyes, but it was soon replaced by a touch of determination. She knew very well that Fu Yanchen always kept his word. As long as he decided to do something, he would do whatever it took to achieve his goal. Facing such a powerful and ruthless opponent, she was scared.

Meng Jia looked at Fu Yanchen with fear in her eyes. She shook her head slightly and did not fill out the check immediately.

Finally, she slowly put down the pen that she was holding tightly in her hand, as if the pen weighed a thousand pounds.

Along with this action, the voice that came out of her mouth seemed particularly heavy, mixed with a hint of fatigue and determination that was difficult to conceal.

"Mr. Fu, to be honest, I know myself that this child is not Nan Yifeng's flesh and blood. That night, in fact, nothing happened between us... But I am now desperate, there is no doubt about that. The child needs a large sum of money. At this moment, I am like a drowning person, desperately trying to grab any life-saving straw. No matter what it is, as long as it can let me escape from here and start a new chapter in my life, it is a kind of salvation for me."

Having said this, she paused for a moment, and a hint of stubbornness suddenly flashed in her eyes, as dazzling and eye-catching as a meteor that instantly streaked across the night sky.

Then, she continued, "You are so rich, why do you care about this 100 million? Can't you just treat it as sending away a beggar?"

Fu Yanchen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold and sarcastic smile, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Humph! We may be rich, but we are not fools who can be bullied by others."

Hearing this, Meng Jia couldn't help but be stunned. She widened her eyes and looked at Fu Yanchen in astonishment. She realized that Nan Yifeng really treated her as a relative. Look at this man...

After a long while, she finally came to her senses and stammered, "Well...well, since you are so determined, just treat me as an insignificant fart and let me disappear without a trace."

"Or, you can just treat me as a huge nuisance and avoid me. If you are kind enough to give me some money or something else out of my pity, that would be enough to get rid of me. After all, this is my goal. But why do you have to force me to this point of despair and despair? Can't you have a little tolerance and mercy?"

As she spoke, Meng Jia's eyes gradually turned red, with tears welling up in them, ready to roll down.

Fu Yanchen's eyes widened with anger, veins popping out on his forehead. He pointed at the other party and shouted in a low and angry voice:

"It's obviously you who's forcing me! It's also you who's been holding onto Nan Yifeng and refusing to let go! Don't you want to admit it?"

Meng Jia's eyebrows were raised, her eyes were wide open, and she stared at Mr. Fu in front of her, saying word by word:

"Mr. Fu, if you really want to push me into a desperate situation, don't blame me for being rude! At worst, we can die together! You know, women are very scary when they get jealous. Once I run to Nan Weiwei and make a scene without hesitation, and tell her everything, even if we have nothing, Nan Weiwei will be angry. By then, I'm afraid that even a powerful person like Nan Yifeng will not have a good ending! Do you think what I said makes sense? Humph!"

Although she knew very well that her slightly threatening words might not have much effect in front of the powerful and unfathomable Fu Yanchen, and might even seem a little pale and powerless, she still held on to the last glimmer of hope and decided to give it a try.

When Fu Yanchen heard this, his sword-sharp eyebrows slightly frowned, as if brushed by an invisible breeze.

An indescribable complex emotion flashed across his deep eyes, like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting. This woman...

"Five million, I won't give you a cent more. Otherwise, we can only wait for the results of the appraisal. Anyway, we have plenty of time and patience to spend it slowly, but you may not be able to afford it! Besides, Nan Yifeng only agreed to give you this five million because of your brother's kindness. Otherwise, half a million would be the most he could do. As far as I know, your child's surgery will cost at most two hundred thousand!"

Fu Yanchen said this coldly with an expressionless face, his words were like the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, icy and bone-chilling.

After hearing this, Meng Jia couldn't help but fall into deep thought. She knew very well that if she really had to wait until the results of the appraisal came out, it would undoubtedly be extremely disadvantageous to her.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and finally made a decision.

"Okay... five million then."

Meng Jia slowly raised her head, looked at Fu Yanchen with a firm yet somewhat helpless gaze and said.

Although her heart was filled with resentment and grievance, she had no choice but to compromise.

"but,,,,,"